Sweetie Belle awkwardly sat in the wagon next to Scootaloo. The pain between her legs made it hard for her to sit. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were sickened beyond their ability to withstand. They were rushed to the hospital as soon as they were taken from the house. The two royal guards were awarded for finding the two missing fillies but were unable to find Applebloom.

Once Sweetie and Scootaloo were taken to the hospital they were given fluids and many needles. Sweetie Belle was given stitches all along her sex. They told her due to the injuries it'd never be fully repaired. They sat Sweetie Belle with her Pegasus friend and they were given special food made for the ponies that were medically starved. Once they ate enough, they began to puke. Scootaloo was the first to vomit.

Out of her mouth squirted out white liquid with chunks of bloody globs. The nurses instantly jumped over to make sure she was okay. Nurse Redheart was the first to get to her. She rubbed across Scootaloo's back over and over to comfort her as she barfed. She continued gagging and urging after she had no more fluids left in her stomach. The nurses tried their best to comfort her and make her stop.

Soon they noticed the bloody clots that were in her vomit. Their eyes widened before Scootaloo cried, "Nothing's wrong with me," she rubbed the vomit from her mouth, although the nurse handed her a napkin. "That's...That's Applebloom..." Scootaloo cried. The nurses felt their stomach tense up at the thought. Both looked down at the pile of barf on the floor and nudged one another to indicate them to go clean it up.

Down the hall, Pan was strapped to the bed and asleep. He was in an almost coma like state from the tranquilizer. Lying on the bed on his back, his mouth was open and a bit of drool dripping out. Nurse Dusty Rose had already washed off all the fluids from his body and he was given a few pills to keep him calm. Eventually he woke up and noticed he was tied up. He weakly struggled but soon calmed down and stayed lying still. He knew where he was.

"Where are my little ponies?" he asked, though he was alone in the room. He yelled out again, "where did you put my precious little girls?!" another nurse overheard him. She paged the doctor to tell him that Pan was awake. Instead of a doctor walking in, a cop walked in. The cop was a unicorn, wearing a cops jacket and hat. He walked over to the bed and stood next to him as he laid still on his back. Pan's blood shot eyes looked over to the cop, but his head stayed still.

"Pan Fryer?" asked the cop, Pan didn't move. "You're under arrest fo—" Pan interrupted, "Its not my fault..." he said with a sigh, still weak from the drugs. The cop raised his brow

"oh?" the cop said with a bit of sarcasm

"I...wish I wasn't like this..." Pan said with no emotion in his voice.

"Pan, you're aware of what you've done to the fillies?" said the cop, taking out a pen and paper with his magic and began to write down what he said

"I...Yes I'm aware of what I did to those sweet angels, I'm sorry. I really am." Pan said with tears in his eyes

"Pan, what made you do it. Do you know why you're, as you say, like this?" asked the cop, scribbling things down

Pan narrowed his eyes and looked away. The cop coughed a little before speaking, "Would you feel better telling a nurse?" Pan nodded. The nurse walked in and Pan began to explain to her why he thought he was so mentally ill.